The third time.
The girl in his arms murmured in reply, "God Gold, I'm Gingerbread..."
Fen Jue was stunned. After a brief moment of thought, he changed his question, "Where are you from?"
"I....."
Gingerbread chuckled, slightly tipsy, "Anyway, not here..."
really.
He knew it a long time ago.
"Tell me about your place, okay?" Fen Jue coaxed patiently, his tone unhurried.
"Where we live is great. We can't just kill people randomly, so... no one's in a state of panic. There's good food everywhere, and there are movie theaters, amusement parks, cell phones, computers..."
The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became.
Fenjue wasn't too shocked; he was more curious about Gingerbread's past.
He was a divine ruler in the Heavenly Palace.
He knew that the world was full of wonders.
The Supreme God once said that the Heavenly Palace is a great world, and below it are three thousand smaller worlds.
The little liar may come from one of those worlds.
Fenjue lowered his head. Jiangbingbing was fast asleep, a lock of long hair falling from her smooth, full forehead, with some strands unruly clinging to the tip of her pert nose.
She seemed to feel an itch in her sleep, and frowned and rubbed her nose.
He held his breath and moved very gently, almost cautiously, to tuck her hair behind her ear.
After completing these actions, Fenjue finally remembered to breathe.
Let's look back.
Gingerbread's eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and its lips were slightly parted, as it slept soundly and comfortably.
He pursed his lips and said in a very low voice, "No matter where you come from, don't leave me."
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